Novgorod and Moscow

Velikiy Novgorod was an enjoyable little town. Smaller than either St. Petersburg or Moscow, Novgorod still holds an important place in Russia's history: it was the cradle of Russia. It was where the country began. We did a tour of the Kremlin (fortress) and learned much from our local guide, Irina.  I could see myself living there. It was a quiet, attractive town with several things to see and do.

Worst sleep in Novgorod, though. We accidentally left the windows open and there were mosquitoes in our room. Did they bother S? Nope, just me. I was covered in bites when I woke up. No air conditioning in our room and the blanket was scratchy, but I had tried to stay covered up. Obviously to no avail. I had even woken up several times in the night because they were buzzing around my ears. Ahhhh! No sleep made for a very long day.

Although the drivers are crazy, driving in Russia is relatively peaceful because nobody uses their horns. Although many people do use their cell phones - Goran says that it is not allowed, but obviously they are still working on that. :)

The first night we arrived in Moscow, we had dinner at our hotel and then went out for our first excursion: to tour the metro. During Soviet rule, the metro was designed to be the "working man's paradise," and you can see how.  Elaborate chandeliers for lighting, sculptures, mosaics and paintings. It makes you feel as if you are in a museum (but like anywhere with crowds, when you are standing around staring up at things, you have to keep your bags secure to avoid pickpockets).

We ended our excursion by walking to Red Square. As we walked along, we saw the department stores lit up in lights (Gum {pronounced Goom} being the most dominant and extravagant), the new pedestrian walkway, the towers of the Kremlin, and the church with the golden "flames" on top. So beautiful!

But then we turned the corner.

St. Basil's Cathedral is simply amazing. I was totally dumbstruck by the sight of it down at the far end of Red Square, and I think I ceased to hear anything that the guide was saying at that point.  I just kept walking forward. The colours, the shapes, the design and patterns are so unique and distinctive. So many of our group said that THIS is what they came to see. It was so exciting, and our group celebrated with, yes, you guessed it, champagne and vodka. I took a lot of photos and I'm pretty sure that I had a grin on my face for the rest of the day (maybe that celebration helped a little, ha!).

Lenin's tomb is in Red Square too, but you cannot see it anymore. You used to be able to go in and look at him because he was embalmed, but supposedly he's being moved to the family plot soon.

The next day was a full day in Moscow with our local guide, Vera. She was born and raised in Moscow and had so much information about the city and the rest of Russia; I learned so much and came away with a different impression altogether (as I thought I would). All of the stories I'd heard about Russia were generally negative. Now, seeing it from another insider's point of view, I was impressed and enlightened again. 

Moscow is pretty awesome! Despite not being able to drink the water (as with anywhere in Russia), it is very clean.  There is only 1% of unemployment (compared to 15-20% in the rest of Russia) and there are 250 McDonalds! That's a true measure of success, no? ;) Some of the main streets had eight lanes on each side! Talk about busy. Traffic is a problem in Moscow, but not one that we experienced, luckily.

Before the trip, I didn't know much about Russia's history, politics, relations with other countries, government, or standard of living. We are given so much information and it's pretty fascinating! There are many perspectives that I was surprised to hear. For example, apparently the Russians did not like Gorbachev very much. We were told 3 reasons for this:

1) When changing from a communist system to a market economy, people suffered because they could not buy food. They would have to line up from 6am at a store just to get any food they could. People didn't care about democracy, they just wanted to eat. People were starving under this poorly effected changeover.

2) Gorbachev put an anti-alcohol law in place that limited the amount a family could buy in a month to a ridiculously small amount. So people went from buying and drinking freely (which apparently was quite common during Soviet rule), to having almost nothing, overnight. Again, the consequences of this poor transition were dire; people suffered and in the worst cases, died from ingesting toxic substitutes. Viktor in St. Petersburg told us that after Gorbachev closed bars and liquor stores, there were more casualties in lineups for alcohol than there were in the Russian troops sent to Afghanistan in 1979 (perhaps an exaggerated remark, but still, it was significant).

3) Gorbechev's wife, Raisa, appeared with him everywhere. This had never happened before in Russia. No former leaders' wives made any public appearances. The Russian people felt as if it was inappropriate and "showing off."

Something else I learned was that many Russians are quite liberal, but due to the size of the country and the population, they struggle to make change. For example, the populations of St. Petersburg and Moscow are apparently quite liberal, but the rest of the country are not. The people who live in the country and in remote villages are quite orthodox and conservative (in both their religion and politics).  And the country is so large that even though Moscow and St. Petersburg have a combined population of about 20 million, it is still outweighed by the rest (another 120 million).

When we went to the armoury section of the Kremlin, I was pretty blown away. There are so many authentic artifacts in there it is mind-boggling. Most amazing were the ten Faberge Eggs, and the actual carriages used hundreds of years ago to transport Catherine the Great and other leaders. There were also dishes, elaborate coronation outfits, crowns, costumes and thrones. All original, hundreds of years old, and in wonderful condition. In times of invasion, these items were moved to Siberia so that they escaped destruction and plundering.

We also did a tour of the famous Novodevichi convent and cemetery. The cemetery was run by the government who decided which people would be interred there. There were many famous Russians in there, like Boris Yeltsin, Raisa Gorbachev, government ministers, military leaders, scientists, artists, and the like. What is different about this cemetery is that it was basically a sculpture park. Each tombstone was a work of art, most of which were sculptures or images of the person's face or body. It was very different. I enjoyed it very much, though. 

Russia has so many beautiful buildings, museums, artifacts, parks and special attractions. I can't forget, however, that all of it came at a cost. Most of this beauty came off the backs of the people, by taxing or withholding or punishing. And sometimes it cost human lives too, as in the example Goran told us: There is a tower on St. Isaac's Cathedral in St. Petersburg which is gilded with gold, and the method of infusing the gold was deadly (it used mercury) and killed over 60 workers before it was finished.  But, if the leader in the 1830's wanted a gold tower, so be it.

I don't pretend that this only happens in Russia (indeed it has happened every place in history, and still happens today!) but when you find yourself surrounded by so much extravagance and opulence, you can't help but think about it. I can see why communist theory was such an attractive one.

Dinner was rushed, and the clutz in me came out when I was going up stairs in my flip-flops and tripped on the top step.  I literally fell into the arms of the woman leaving the restaurant (to everyone's delight) but not before I had bashed my foot (to my dismay). I went to the washroom to clean off my foot but there were no paper towels and only a Dyson airblade hand dryer - you know, the kind where you put your hands in vertically, up and down, and it dries them in 10 seconds? Well let me tell you, it is rather difficult to get a foot in there!  Yup, that was me in the WC, with my foot in the dryer.  :) I think I surprised the next woman that came in.

Our last evening in Moscow took us to the circus, which was quite different than I was expecting. It was a show of acrobatics, clowns, and animals. At first I thought the animal shows would be like seeing Superdogs at the PNE (which is my favourite!) but alas it was not. The stunts they had the animals doing were certainly impressive from a training point of view, but some of them looked unsafe, and as the evening went on, the "wow" feeling quickly turned sad.

They had all these animals in the lobby and were charging $30 to have your picture taken with a tiger cub, an elephant, Dalmatian dogs, a young jaguar, a muzzled bear tied to a chair, a kangaroo/wallaby (don't know which), exotic birds, a monkey, and more. Just seemed wrong. Not my kinda entertainment. (Although, I do try to suspend judgement where I don't know all the facts and conditions. I remember visiting a zoo in Chicago where I spoke to an employee who gave me much more information than I knew about zoos and it totally changed my perspective.)

Next we are off to Belarus, and as far as I can tell, it's mainly a stop on our travels. We travel all day from Moscow to Minsk (Belarus), and the next day we travel all day from Minsk to Warsaw (Poland). Two long travel days!

Cheers, 

Xo

Elaan

From Russia With Love

So, we reached the Finnish-Russian border and everything proceeded fairly smoothly. Despite being told it could take up to 3 hours, we got through lickety-split!

As soon as we were driving on the Russian side, it was like being in a ride at Playland. Not only were the roads way bumpier, but the drivers were crazy. We were swaying and swerving and generally trying not to watch. Just the way it is in Russia, it seemed. Things mostly improved once we hit the city.

St. Petersburg is amazing.  SO much to see, SO much beauty and culture.  It looks like Amsterdam with its canals running throughout, connecting the many islands that make up the city. Huge buildings, sculptures, statues, history all over the place.  And a very different feel than Scandinavia.

In Russia, the average wage is $800 per month. 60% of men smoke, retire at age 60, and have a life expectancy of 62 years.  Pretty awful. We were given a little forewarning by Goran (our travel director) about what it would be like and what to expect.  He emphasized that we need to think that it is "different," and not "wrong."  True of travel anywhere, I suppose.

I think he said something like, "If people seem stern or somber or miserable, it's not because they don't like tourists. It's because they do not have much to be joyous about."  Isn't that telling?!  And I guess he would know, since Goran's wife is Russian.

We did a city tour along the main drag, and got to see Peter and Paul Fortress. Then we checked into our hotel. In the evening we took a riverboat canal cruise (with all the champagne and vodka we could drink!) which was just lovely. It was nice to be on the water and sail around the city. We didn't take the metro but were told that some of the underground stations go as deep as 80 meters into the ground!

The next day was very busy, and we were up very early. The Hermitage is totally amazing and is comparable to the Louvre in Paris. You could spend all day in there and not see everything. Our local guide, Viktor, took us around and showed us all the highlights. I have decided that I really like artwork by Vincent Van Goh and Claude Monet.  It is quite the experience to stand back when you look at a painting, and then look again close-up. I enjoy that change in perspective! However, not much time for that in the Hermitage. It was quite overwhelming in there.

During our free time, we walked the main drag of St. Petersburg and it's quite the scene. The thoroughfare is littered with sculptures, churches, statues and monuments amongst the stores and coffee shops. Keep in mind that nothing is in English. It is all Cyrillic writing everywhere and it's very rare to see something in the English alphabet. Almost nobody speaks English either (we are told that young people may have had a little of it in school) so we are mainly gesturing and pointing.  Sometimes it makes for rather funny conversations, heh.

We were lucky enough to have another museum later on (note my mild sarcasm) that was the former home of the Romanovs (Russian royal family in power from 18th c. to 1917) and also learned the story of Rasputin and saw where he was poisoned and then shot.

Before heading back to our hotel for dinner, we saw St. Peter and St. Paul's Cathedral which was located inside the fort that we had seen yesterday. Important Russian leaders are entombed there, such as Peter the Great, his daughter Elizabeth the first, his wife Catherine the first, Catherine (the second) the Great, Alexander the second and his wife, Nicholas the second and his relatives, and others of course. By this time of day I was feeling rather exhausted, physically but also mentally. This is a lot to process!  Each time we see a sight, we are led around by a guide that does not stop talking. I can handle it for one or two sights a day but more than that is rather draining.

We ended our day by seeing a Russian Folk Show, which had all traditional singing and dancing. It was very lively, and at intermission there was more vodka and champagne for our group. You had to pay a small sum to take photos, and I got a few nice shots of their colourful costumes and instruments.

Our last day in St. Petersburg started with the Gardens of Peterhof, comparable to and opulent like Versailles in France. All of the fountains run without pumps, and only operate on the principles of gravity. Not sure how that works, exactly. :)  Then off to the palace of Catherine the Great, which had been mostly burned down and destroyed by the Nazis as they were leaving the building.  It had been built in 9 years, but it has continued to be restored from 1945. 

Speaking of WWII, it has left its mark in this city, and we crossed over the front lines a few times, taking note of the monuments marking where the Germans were stopped by the Russian army. Hard to believe we are so physically close to this history.

Our local guide, Viktor, talked to us not just about the sights and historical leaders, but also the more recent history and Russian philosophy. He was open to all our questions and tried to explain Communism philosophy (and why it doesn't work). He shared with us the following:

The paradoxes of Communist Russia; found in The Russians by Hedrick Smith

1) everybody has a job, but nobody works

2) nobody works, but the economic plans are fulfilled

3) the economic plans are fulfilled, but people have nothing in their apartments

4) people have nothing in their apartments, but have many luxury items (black market)

5) people have luxury items, but most are unhappy

6) people are unhappy, but 99% vote for communist candidate

On to Novgorod for a night and then Moscow...

Xo

Elaan

Fabulous Finland

While sailing into port in Finland, you can't help but notice how beautiful the landscape is. It reminds me of Northern BC.  Helsinki is quite the busy and modern city, although it had a much different feel than any of the previous places we'd been.  It seemed more country and less cosmopolitan, if that makes any sense. Not that it didn't have amazing and intricate buildings and culture, but our brief visit gave us more exposure to less of that.

We started with a city tour, which took us around downtown. Being right on the water, Helsinki is beautiful in the summer, and even though our day was a little cloudy, it was warm and pleasant outside. We went to a park and relaxed a little while taking in the artistic feats of a local sculptor, and marvelled at the view at the water's edge. Apparently, one in five families own a yacht (at least a small one).

Summer doesn't last long here, and if they are lucky, they might get 5 months of water time before it starts freezing.  When the water freezes over, Finns switch over to skating and skiing on the surface.

The Finnish language is totally different than Norwegian or Danish or Swedish. It actually belongs to a totally different family, which includes Hungarian and Estonian. 90 percent of people in Finland speak Finnish, and only 6 percent speak Swedish, although it is a very bilingual country in terms of signage.  Here are some street names in Finnish that I copied from a map:  Uudenmaankatu, Eteläesplanadi, Töölönlahdenkatu

Crazy, eh? (Our American friends have been teasing us about the "eh" a little bit.) With all those vowels it's no wonder that sometimes people think my name comes from a Nordic country!

Education here is totally free.  Even students from abroad are able to study in Finland free of charge!  However it is quite expensive to live in Finland, so we are told that there are not too many takers on that deal. 

At the end of the city tour, we headed to the market and did a little shopping. We also had lunch - it could have been moose meatballs and reindeer sausage, but S and I settled for crepes.  Delish!  Then we walked around the city: there was a jazz festival going on, there were street performers, live music, some of the buildings were named after animals... Oh, it just goes on. We could have spent much more time there than we had. 

In the evening, we went to Hvitträsk, which is a home that was designed by some famous Finnish architects (Saarinen, Gesellius & Lindgren) around 1900, now turned into a museum.  Very cool.  It would be so great to design your own home out in the woods somewhere. It was funky and colourful and fun. There was also a sauna, which apparently the Finns are big on. It was a whole other building built down at the beach of a lake. They would steam themselves for 10-15 min, jump in the lake (best in winter, after cutting a hole in the ice), come back out, re-acclimatize, and then start the whole process over again. 

Our local guide said that some new apartments in the city were all outfitted with saunas, but the non-Finns didn't know what to do with them and used them for storage!

Other random facts we learned:

- Finland was part of Sweden for 650 years until Sweden had to give Finland to Russia after losing to them in a war. Finland was then ruled by Russia for 110 years until their independence in 1917.

- For part of that 110 years at least, Finns enjoyed more freedom and independence under Russian rule than they had under Swedish rule (and the Finns loved Alexander the II better than the Russians, who assassinated him!)

- Health care is organized and affordable, but not free. 

- 32-35% income tax (up to 64% for highest bracket).

- Ice hockey is the most popular sport.  Yah!!

We definitely could have used an extra day (or more!) in Stockholm and Helsinki. Just getting little tastes of these places! On to Russia...

Cheers,  :)

Elaan

Sweet Sweden

After a long 8-hour drive, we arrived to Stockholm, Sweden.  Our hotel was actually located inside a shopping mall, which has its benefits I guess, although I am not one for shopping and usually buy very little when I travel.

Our evening began with a trip to Kaknästornet, the highest point in Stockholm.  The tower is 155 meters tall and offers panoramic views of the city. Nice. Then we headed to a local place for a dinner with Swedish delicacies. It was yummy! However, it was the dinner conversation that I'll probably remember more.

  

The next day we did a city tour of Stockholm. It's quite a beautiful and sophisticated city. It includes so many islands that there are 50 bridges. 80% of Stockholmers live in apartments and according to our local (Swedish) guide, Swedish people are "very good at complaining," haha.  There are pedestrian walkways and cobblestone streets, and many fascinating and colourful buildings.

We went to the building where the Nobel prizes are awarded and where the celebration banquet is held (all Nobel prizes are awarded in Stockholm, except for the Nobel Peace Prize, which is awarded in Oslo).  The "Gold Room" was amazing and filled with golden mosaics from floor to ceiling. Lots of photos there!

Then we went to the Vasa Museum, which is where the great Vasa galleon was rescued from the depths of the waters where it sank, and restored. It had been under water for 333 years and was amazingly intact.  It. Was. Awesome!! I wasn't expecting much but was totally blown away when we got in there.  I took photos but that is something that'll never do it justice. A must-see for anyone visiting Stockholm (oh, but a tip: go with a group guide in order to avoid a VERY long line).

Free time downtown had us walking around the pedestrian area, looking in shops, stopping for an expensive cup of tea (tea + apple strudel = $15), taking photos, taking in the views, and people-watching. There are gypsies here, or at least they look like gypsies. There were also people in costume that looked like street performers, but they didn't perform; they just went around begging from people.

After that, we were headed to our cruise ship for our overnight sailing to Helsinki! I've never been on a cruise, but this is apparently a mini version of the real deal. There were shops, a casino, a sauna/pool, restaurants, buffet, live music, cabaret shows, etc.  Certainly enough to keep us busy until we crashed into our cabin for the night. When we woke up, we'd almost be in Finland!

More to come...

Elaan :D

My new (summer) home in Denmark

Words to describe Denmark: geometric, bicycles, thatched roofs, beautiful!

S and I had a nice flight from Oslo to Copenhagen sitting next to a very sweet gentleman who reminded me of T's Dad.  :)  He was a geologist, and seemed almost apologetic that he made a ton of money in his field (we didn't ask, he just kind of kept telling us everything about it).  He said, "It's not like I'm a doctor, or even doing anything all that important."  However as he explained it, his work was connected to the oil industry so that's probably reason enough for his high wages.

When we arrived, we took a taxi to our hotel ($20+ for a 5 minute ride), and crashed into bed. The next day we checked out the local shopping mall. As we were walking around, we noticed a word plastered on a few store windows that stopped us in our tracks: "Slutspurt!"  Um... what?? Once we got to the Starbucks and tapped into the free wi-fi, we found out that it means "Final Sale" or "End of Sale" or something like that. Not the best choice of words, methinks.

We walked from our original hotel to our new hotel, called the Bella Sky Comwell, which was about 2 blocks away. This is where our tour would begin from! And ohboy, is this hotel really quite nice. Verrrry fancy compared to the budget places we'd been staying at so far. Yay! We enjoyed the best meal we had had so far on the trip, but not without me almost starting a fire in the restaurant. Dumb candles (can't take me anywhere)!

After meeting with our Tour Director (who would be running our lives for the next 16 days), we went for a walk, checked out the local golf course, and the rooftop sky bar. We even briefly considered going to the spa, but the cost was unsurprisingly prohibitive. The next day would be a full one, with a city tour, a North Zealand Riviera and castle tour (Fredensborg Palace and the Frederiksborg Castle), a visit to Dragor village with local dinner, and the famous Tivoli Gardens.

Tivoli Gardens was amazing.  It felt like a cross between Playland, a Circus, Butchart Gardens, and a world Expo.  It wasn't that huge, of course, but it was colourful and noisy, amazing, stimulating and wondrous. I think I just walked around in shock the whole time I was there.

Copenhagen is a gorgeous city, and Denmark is a lovely country. The people are taxed very significantly, but there is a very high standard of living. Medical and dental is free, and education is free up to and including the completion of university. Wages are high, and there is little or no poverty. In the summer at least, the weather is fabulous.  Not sure about the winter, but I could certainly live here for half the year. ;)

Some other interesting things we learned: in Copenhagen, at least, heating for homes is not done through a furnace in your house, but through a district heating system. Also, they are very forward-thinking with their use of solar energy and wind-powered turbines (which you see all over the place).  Thatched roofs everywhere (and there's an 8-year apprenticeship to become a thatcher).  All beaches and forests are open to the public (none are private, even on the Royal lands).

Most Danes are apparently not very religious. They are said to attend church only for baptisms, weddings and funerals.  More specifically, to be "hatched, matched, and dispatched."  :D

Bicycles abound! There are wide bike paths between the road and the sidewalk. We were warned and people subsequently narrowly avoided being schmucked by a cyclist as we were exiting the tour bus. We saw hundreds, maybe thousands, of bikes locked up around central station.  Many people ride from home to the station, lock up their bike, take the train, and there is another bike waiting on the other side that they ride to work.  And in such a way, they don't need a car. Apparently cars, tobacco and alcohol are subject to high taxes.

We have been travelling quite comfortably on a Coach bus with A/C.  There are 46 of us, coming from Canada, USA, Australia, New Zealand, South Africa, and the Philippines.  Everyone seems quite nice (they always do at first, ha ha!).  S and I are among the youngest people on board; I'd say there are about 10 people our age or younger. Despite that, we've been socializing quite well with everyone.

As well as the many activities included with our tour, there are a lot of optional activities to consider as well. For example, once we get to St. Petersburg, we can decide if we want to go to the ballet and see Swan Lake, or go to a Russian folk show, or neither. They all cost money, but they all look so fantastic I have a feeling that I'll be coming home quite a bit poorer than when I left.

Now we are in Sweden. Stay tuned for the next instalment!

Xo

Elaan

Oh, Oslo!

The taxi driver that had brought me to the guest house by London Gatwick airport was pleasantly surprised to hear that S and I were going to Norway the next day. Turns out his family emigrated from India and moved to Norway where they lived for 20 years. All he really had to tell us, though, was that Oslo was not the best part of Norway. (He also, upon hearing that I was Canadian, said, "I know a guy in Toronto..." which I thought was going to be the beginning of a story but was more just a statement of fact.  Yay, Toronto.)

Our flight to Oslo was at 6am and so we had to be at the airport at 3am.  We were very careful to be quiet and not wake anyone as we were leaving, but in true E-style, I managed to smack my head as we were heading out the front door. Smacked it right on the door-knocker! Didn't wait around for the fallout...

We had been warned that Oslo was expensive, and that's certainly true.  Our early lunch (slice of pizza, drink and mediocre side salad) cost $20, and that was a deal. Any single drink like pop or juice costs at least $6. We were told (by a local) that traditional Norwegian food is "boring," but we haven't even really figured out what kind of food that is yet.

The weather here has been great, warm and lovely. We spent some time relaxing and reading in one of the outdoor cafés.  Food here has been pretty good overall - Norwegians sure love their Italian food, and that serves us just fine. :D  Everyone speaks English here too, so it's been really easy getting around, and people are generally helpful and friendly. 

People are also really affectionate - I am noticing lots of hand-holding, hugs, kisses and the like.  It's kind of nice, actually.  Are we so detached in Vancouver? Also, a wide, wide variety of people.  Even more than home, if that is possible. I also find myself noticing the blonde people more, although that could just be my mind focusing on what I expected to see, because certainly there are a ton of non-blondes (way more than four).

In trying to find a breakfast place, we discovered that there are many McDonald's, 7-11's and Burger Kings around the downtown core. No luck for an actual breakfast place though; we walked for an hour and asked several people, one of which responded, "I don't know what you mean by breakfast."  So we gave up and got an Egg McMuffin.  But we really tried. We really did.

We did the Hop-on/Hop-off bus tour of the city, and focused on a few amazing places. First, the Vigelandsparken Sculpture Park, which was odd and ethereal. I liked it, though. I always seem to find myself drawn to parks and serene spaces when I travel. Next, the Viking Ship Museum, which was pretty cool in its own right.

The main tourist pedestrian area is called Karl Johans Gate.  In the evening it hosts bicycle rickshaws, local artists, and a number of buskers. The talent is strong, especially with the musicians.  We've heard guitarists, singers, violinists, and one amazing accordion player who blew my socks off.  First time I've ever donated money to a busker!

I'm so glad to be travelling with S because she is naturally friendly and gracious with everyone, striking up conversations and jumping in to be helpful.  I, on the other hand, have to muster up the gumption to speak with strangers, although it's easier with her by my side. I have taken to saying "takk" (pronounced like "talk"), which is "thank you" in Norwegian, but unfortunately it seems to mislead people into thinking I am somewhat conversationally fluent. Between my blank stare and S's giggling explanation, they figure it out pretty quick.

This evening we are off to Copenhagen, Denmark!

Cheers & love,

E!

Stratford, London & Horley

After settling into my two star hotel, I napped and then decided to go for a walk around Stratford, which is very close to their Olympic Village. I walked for about 20 minutes or half an hour and saw many things, mostly small dingy shops, and some less dingy shops, with more ethnicities and languages than my own. It reminded me of Whalley in Surrey, except with the odd cathedral or historical building thrown in.

I didn't get terribly far because a whole area of streets was blocked off by the police, and people were frustratedly trying to get around the blockade. I overhead an officer tell someone it was due to a stabbing. Yup, just like Whalley. ;)

I would have loved to take out my large camera and just spend a few hours taking photos around town, but I decided to save that for when I was back in central London the next day. Besides, I felt like I was already a tiny bit conspicuous since I was the only one with pants and a long-sleeved jacket on. If I took out my camera TOO, then the jig would be up and they'd know for sure that I was an imposter. So, I used my small camera and got a few shots before getting groceries and retiring to my room for the night.

Finished reading A Long Way Gone that P lent me.  What a powerful book! Now I am on to 11/22/63 by Stephen King. I also have 4 other books downloaded to my iPad (and 3 movies) to keep me busy. Sometimes I get tired of looking at the screen, though.  Maybe I should've thought to download an audiobook as well. Ah well - I can't be in the middle of too many things at once; information overload!

The next morning I decided to take my friend Jennie's advice and go do a riverboat cruise.  I have never been down the Thames, and it would give me a chance to sightsee as well as relax. Sounded just about perfect. :)

Well, it wasn't totally perfect. I don't know what I was thinking when I booked the return ticket. I probably wasn't thinking that the entire trip would be eight solid hours on a boat. I probably didn't think that taking the train the way back was the smart thing to do - even though that's what everyone else was doing. I probably didn't think that dragging my suitcase around with me would be that big of a deal. 

Despite the imperfections, though, the cruise was great. It went all the way down to Hampton Court Palace, which was beautiful.  Got some photo evidence to prove it! :) After I finally got off the boat, I headed to Victoria station and made my way to Horley, which is where I met S! She was waiting for me outside our little guest house.  Yay!  Dinner, a walk, and bed. Our flight leaves at 6am for Oslo. The Scandinavian portion of our adventure awaits!

Cheers,

E!

p.s. - always super amazed by the public transportation system here

 - when someone asks you if you want "salad" with your sandwich, they just mean lettuce. On your sandwich.

- look before you cross (both ways), and mind the gap

- apparently the weather here is crazy-unusual-hot

- what the heck is "brown sauce"? I don't know, but I don't want it...

Arrived safe & sound in London. :)

So, the first of my 6 flights is done and over with! Not without a few stories, though. :) The woman seated next to me looked to be in her mid-50's, very prim and proper. We exchanged a few niceties but she was more interested in complaining about how airline service has deteriorated over the years, and doing her makeup, which she did, three times.

I think she would have been even more horrified than I to realize that a woman behind us was slowly inching her bare feet up the backs of our arm rests and into our personal space. I don't have any issues with feet except when they belong to strangers and encroach upon my personal space. Lucky for Ms. Prim & Proper, she was in the washroom when it happened, although she may have been wondering why I kept looking behind both sides of me (obviously trying to head off a foot ambush).

Flight went quickly, I might have slept a little although I don't know how much. Managed to find the right train station that took me to the subway that took me to the bus that took me to my hotel. However, I almost fell backwards down an escalator (made an incredulous save), got my luggage stuck in the subway doors as they were closing and required 3 gentlemen and 1 lady to help me get out of that mess (thank goodness), and missed my hotel by several stops. And to top it off, even though I was able to check in early, the gentleman who showed me my room beat a very hasty retreat when he realized that there were some loud extra-curricular activities going on in the room next door. Ha!

Oh, but the best thing? I forgot to mention that when Ms. P&P and I were getting acquainted, she asked me if I was on my "gap year."  Isn't a gap year students take to travel in between finishing school and starting work?? Awesome!!... I fooled HER. :) Naw, I fessed up to being a teacher. I just didn't let on that my gap year would have been 13 years ago.  I'll just cherish that accidental compliment for a while. :D

Meeting with the wonderful S tomorrow after I change hotels. Not sure yet what to do today or tomorrow. I was trying to arrange a tour to Stonehenge but it didn't happen. Honestly, I might just take this time to relax! :)

Cheers

E!